MY MIRROR
I SEE A BROKEN MIRROR AS A FRAGMENTATION OF MYSELF.
MY SHATTERED REFLECTION IMMULATES INNER TURMOIL, TRAUMA, PAIN, AND VULNERABILITY
IT'S HARD TO RECOGNIZE MYSELF AS I LOOK DIRECTLY INTO THE WINDOWS OF MY SOUL.
YOU WOULD THINK THAT AT 46, I WOULD KNOW WHO I AM, BUT FROM WHAT I CAN PIECE TOGETHER, I AM A KID WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES STILL WAITING FOR MY FATHER TO SHOW UP.
I WAS SEDUCED BY A LIFESTYLE OF DRUGS AND CRIMINALS, AND NEFARIOUS BEHAVIOR.
INTUITION AND STREET SMART ARE THE ONLY TWO THINGS OTHER THAN MY GOD THAT HAVE HELPED ME SURVIVE THIS LONG BECAUSE EVEN IN MY DARKEST CAVE AND MY ISOLATION, GOD WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS WITH ME IN THE GUTTERS AND THE STREETS.
I STRUGGLE TO PUT ALL THE BROKEN PIECES TOGETHER LIKE A PUZZLE, BUT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, I CAN NEVER GET SOME PIECES TO FIT IN THE RIGHT PLACES. I GUESS I NEVER WILL..........
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